After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

"Mr. Wei Zhang..." Xie Jiao, who was hiding in the utility room, took a deep breath, then raised her head and whispered to Uncle Xie who was squatting next to her, "I don't think I have heard this name before. Third brother, please listen." Did you say that?”

Uncle Xie smacked his teeth, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then slapped Da Dunzi on the leg.

Da Dunzi cried out, "Ouch~~~~", "Third uncle! This is my leg!!"

"I know," Uncle Xie nodded, "otherwise why would I slap it so hard?!"

"Okay, you two, please be gentle." Xie Jiao gave a low drink.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was attracted by Mr. Wei Zhang's paintings at this moment, the three of them would have been discovered by the commotion caused by Dadunzi and Uncle Xie.

Angrily, Xie Jiao continued: "Third brother, tell me, who is Mr. Weizhang? I remember our master mentioned this person before."

"Oh?!" Uncle Xie's face showed a hint of darkness, "What did Mr. Zhang say about Mr. Wei Zhang?"

"I also go to the study occasionally, and I vaguely seem to have heard this name." After saying that, Xie Jiao turned to look at Da Dunzi sitting next to her, "Zhang Dezhao! Didn't you live in your father's study every day? You just Haven’t you heard your father say that?”

Dadunzi scratched his head and said, "Have you forgotten what you heard? It's not like you don't know your son's memory."

"... Ancestor!" Xie Jiao rolled her eyes at her son, and then kicked her third brother, "Third brother, tell me quickly, who is this Mr. Weizhang and why do people outside When I heard his name, I went crazy."

While they were talking, someone outside had already started bidding.

Uncle Xie said: "Mr. Weizhang is a very mysterious person. There are rumors in the world that he studied under Zhou Zhonglang~~~~"

"Are you talking nonsense?!" Da Dunzi started to clinch his fingers, and then said in shock: "If he really studied under Zhou Zhonglang, wouldn't Mr. Weizhang be over three hundred years old?!"

"So it's just a rumor!" Uncle Xie said, "But how should I put it? Mr. Wei Zhang's paintings are indeed rare masterpieces in the world.

Our family has also had two huge paintings of night banquets and landscape paintings.

One was a Wanshou Festival gift from His Highness King Qi to the Emperor, and the other was purchased by the Palace Internal Affairs Department.

It is said that the emperor was very happy with Mr. Weizhang's paintings...but there is a rumor in the world. I wonder if you have heard of it? "

"What?!" Da Dunzi stretched out his head and looked at his third uncle with simple and stupid eyes.

Third Uncle Xie's words came to his lips, but he hesitated, "Well... Well, it's actually nothing, it's just nonsense."

"...Third brother, please don't say anything. If you want to say something, just say it clearly." Xie Jiao glared at her third brother.

"You asked me to say it~~~" Uncle Xie raised his eyebrows.

"Hurry up!" Xie Jiao was not a particularly patient person.

Seeing her third brother hesitating now, she really wished she could pick this man up and stand on his head, pour out all the words and pull him down.

So Uncle Xie said mysteriously: "Didn't it say that the emperor liked Mr. Wei Zhang very much? Then one night he summoned him into the palace~~~~"

"Ah?! What are you doing in the bedroom?"

A female voice suddenly sounded at the door, and the three of them almost jumped up from their chairs.

"Ah Dongyue!! I was almost scared to death by you!" Xie Jiao patted Chen Dongyue on the arm, and then asked her, "How did you know we were here?!"

"...I haven't seen you upstairs or downstairs. Where else could you be if you weren't here? And just now Da Dunzi yelled, so I knew you were here without even guessing."

Halfway through Chen Dongyue's words, she suddenly remembered something serious again, "The emperor summoned Mr. Wei Zhang into the palace~~~~~Are you two people with such strong tastes?!"

Think about Prince Yong'an, he is the emperor's grandson, and he is a relatively young grandson~~~The old emperor must be in his sixties or seventies?

Mr. Wei Zhang can't be a young man, right? !

For three seconds, Chen Dongyue imagined various scenes of old men playing in her mind, which almost made her hair stand on end.

Aversion to cold.

Fortunately, Third Uncle Xie immediately stopped her fantasy, "Don't dare to talk nonsense!!! I was summoned to the palace just for painting!"

Hi~~ I told you earlier! Chen Dongyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't know why she was relieved, it had nothing to do with her.

"Just paint," Xie Jiao also complained in a low voice, "Third brother, why are you talking so eloquently now. But why are you going to the bedroom?"

I heard Third Uncle Xie continue: "You don't know, those paintings ~~~~ it is said, it is just said~~~~ are all erotic pictures that the emperor likes."

"Ah!!!!" Xie Jiao covered her third brother's mouth across the table.

Chen Dongyue and Dadunzi looked at me and I looked at you.

Dadunzi asked first: "Third uncle, have you seen it?"

"Third uncle, I want to see it too." Chen Dongyue raised her hand.

Not to be outdone, Dadunzi said, "My sister has watched it, and I want to watch it too."

"Shut up!" Xie Jiao was so anxious that she stamped her feet. She slapped Da Dunzi on the back of the head, "Look at anything! You are not allowed to look at it!"

After beating her son, Xie Jiao angrily scolded her third brother, "Third brother!! Why do you dare to say anything and don't you see that the child is still here?!"

"Obviously you asked me to say it yourself~~~" Third Uncle Xie felt aggrieved, "Besides, Da Dunzi is almost fourteen, and Dongyue is already married, what's the point...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee , the ears fell off! ! ! "

After Uncle Xie begged for mercy, Xie Jiao finally let her third brother go.

However, she also warned Third Uncle Xie, telling him not to talk nonsense without any reason. He would be really unlucky then, and the entire Xie family might be buried with him.

Although Third Uncle Xie was not convinced in his heart, he still said he understood.

It's not that he is afraid of his fifth sister, the main reason is that he is a good-tempered and generous person, and he doesn't care about his own sister.

At this time, the bidding outside has reached a feverish stage.

Chen Dongyue seemed to have heard that Boss Shao from Shaw's Grain Store had already shouted out the price of thirteen thousand taels.

Song Yang somehow turned into an auctioneer, shouting, "Who else is bidding?"

"I don't understand," Chen Dongyue stood at the door of the utility room, looking at the people gathered in the hall on the second floor from a distance: "Since the third uncle said that Mr. Weizhang was invited by the emperor to draw erotic pictures, wouldn't that mean Will it harm their reputation as literati?

But now it seems that Mr. Wei Zhang's popularity has not diminished at all. That is why ah? "

Uncle Xie replied: "Not many people know about this matter originally, and besides, literati are used to being hypocritical.

Everyone's words are nice, but when you go to a brothel or go to a restaurant, how can you miss them?

Although people who knew that Mr. Wei Zhang had painted something for the emperor were scolding Mr. Wei Zhang for not being a scholar, they were all secretly asking for paintings!

In addition, after this incident was reported, Mr. Wei Zhang did not publish any new paintings.

So some people say that Mr. Weizhang was so ashamed and angry that he died of illness.

Some people also say that Mr. Weizhang could not bear the humiliation and vowed to stop writing from now on. "

Chen Dongyue nodded, "Anyway, no one wishes him well."

"You don't understand~" Uncle Xie waved his hand, "When buying and selling calligraphy and painting, although the quality of the calligraphy and painting itself is very important, if you want to sell it for a sky-high price, there must be a story behind the calligraphy and painting, and it is best if it is the last work of an old friend.

Almost no one has seen Mr. Wei Zhang in person, and there are all kinds of rumors, and his meticulous paintings are really good, so..."

The four of them looked at the crowd in the hall not far away.

Song Yang's high-pitched voice was shouting: "Fifteen thousand taels!!! President Jin has grown to fifteen thousand taels!!!"

Prince, Prince raised his hand~ Oh, do you want some water? Ayun! ! Ah Yun serves tea to the guests! ! "

According to the agreement, as long as the calligraphy and painting is sold by the study, the consignor needs to pay a 10% commission to the study.

The commission of fifteen thousand taels is one thousand five hundred taels.

One thousand five hundred taels! ! !

God.

Song Yang felt like he was about to faint.

Just one day, no, half a day's work, you can actually make one thousand five hundred taels! ! !

This money made him panic.